" He looked incredulous, throwing his hands up in disbelief. "You snuck out of my flat like I was some drunken lay you were ashamed of."

He couldn't have been more wrong. I crossed my arms over my chest, a protective measure, as I shook my head and refused to meet his gaze.

"You want to disabuse me of that notion and tell me exactly why I got out of the shower this morning to find you'd buggered off? "

― Samantha Young , On Dublin Street (On Dublin Street, #1)